1.
For a fraction of a moment,
this
layered barcode of homespun
wisdom:
a
pinch of salt
to
keep new jeans from dimming; kitty litter
in
a tied-up sock
to maintain an unfrosted interior
overnight
front windshield. A remote source
of
any Ottawa winter.
2.
A statement as quick as the human heart.
Adept , and sensible,
we
brace against steel. Since I am
background,
foreground,
empty. Both pleasure and displeasure,
we
revise, reorganize. Amend.
Wordle: of the day , I’m dead.
3.
Monday
morning’s tempest of circulated
January
air. Christine
isolating
in the girls’ room , solo having
tested
Covid-positive. Both of us boosted
, parenthetical. Day three
of a potential five.
4.
They say there is a language
for every season. Solitude, soluble. A trick
of the eye. How a telescope can capture light
estimated at some fourteen billion years.
Adnan:
I need to circle the mountain,
because I am water. As she knew then:
because
this continues to be about
who remains,
and
who might still advance. And
what
the difference.
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